Chapter 1- Jane's Addiction

"Jane?!" Jesse yelled as he knocked on the door next door to his apartment.

Jane slowly cracked open her eyes and looked over at her alarm clock sitting on the table next to her bed to check the time. 2:03 PM. Next to it she saw a syringe.

"Oh shit." Jane had forgotten what went on last night.

She stumbled out of bed and threw on the already-worn clothes that laid in a pile next to her bed- black jeans and a plain black v-neck.

"Be there in a second!" She yelled as she frantically ran around her small apartment to find her purse and her house keys.

Jesse stood outside and waited patiently, kicking around a stone on her porch with his foot.

"Sorry about that, I was in the shower." She apologized as she opened up the door.

Jesse looked up at her and was taken by surprise by how she looked. She looked dead in the eyes, lifeless. She was pale and had dark black circles underneath her eyes.

"Jane. Wha- what happened to you?" Jesse asked her with a concerned tone in his voice.

"Nothing. What do you mean? I'm fine. Let's go." Jane started walking toward Jesse's car, locking her apartment door behind her. Jesse grabbed her arm gently to stop her.

"Jane, what happened to you?"

Jane sighed. She had a hard time believing it herself that she had gone back to heroin after being clean for so long. It had been almost a year since she last injected the poisonous substance into her veins. She looked Jesse in the eyes and swallowed hard. She couldn't tell him. She couldn't put him through this again.

"What? Jane, did you-" Jesse started to ask the obvious question but he was cut off quickly.

"Yes." Jane started sobbing in front of him. "Yes, ok? Yes Jesse, I fucked up."

Jesse got a scared look in his eyes and he stared down at the ground. He didn't really know what to say.

"Jane, how could you?" He asked softly.

"I don't know. I just, I slipped. That stuff is so addictive. I just couldn't control myself. It was like this overwhelming feeling, I just had to have it. I'm so sorry Jesse.. I'm so sorry." Her voice trailed off toward the end of her statement.

Jesse felt sorry for her and angry at her at the same time. At the moment he didn't want to be around her though, he needed to take a minute to himself and gather his thoughts.

"I know. I get it, Jane. I'm gonna have to go to my apartment and take some time to myself. Maybe we could go to the museum tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah.. yeah, sure." Jane responded.

Jesse started walking to his apartment next door. He looked back at her with a hurt look in his eyes as he opened his door. She was still standing there outside her door, staring into the distance. Jesse loved her a lot. He wanted her to get better, he just felt so scared. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her. He got inside his apartment and closed his door. He slid down the door and sat on the ground, crying.